Anna's Daughter by Hensley Banzales

i.

Little girl, I can see your smile,

a mile long from where I stand.

One of the most beautiful beam

I have ever seen from a child.

Keep smiling for Anna

Keep smiling for us.

ii.

You have puppy eyes that calms

strangers from the nearest of distance

like us, the friends of your Mom.

Has anyone told you,

your fragile eyes

can translate happiness?

iii.

Remember: your unworded hello

made us happy, made us soft;

Like any adult who keeps forgetting

that once, he or she was a child.

my halaya

way too late for Christmas...never had a chance to really blog some things...I know I can never reproduce mama nene's halaya, although, making some makes me feel that her spirit is with us during Christmas. 

my first attempt to do a photograph with food as a subject using my digicam (umandar lang kase ulit)

a view of the first morning light

I am so late on posting these...I had the chance to clean my malagubat room...applying floorwax and the works...sorting out throw aways. I had the chance to take photos too.I'll name these photos...exhibit ABC of cleanliness

 I love my smiley pillow :)

 I had the chance to do zadee's school notebooks too :)

 "when all of my clothes feel like somebody's old throw aways, I don't like it..." ~froufrou playing dress-me-ups, this is the only decent dress and my one and only imo

Paperbacks

There are no new stories. It all depends on how you handle them. In romances the characters are going to fall in love with each other; you know that when you see the syrupy cover. It's how they get there that's the fun." ~ Jude Deveraux

I think I graduated from reading Jude Deveraux...although, I still have some of her books that I bought unread. These two are special to me, The Princess was a gift from my lola on my College graduation and The Conquest is a gift from my Mom...plus these two are my most favorite novel she did...

Anna by Howard D. Moore

Anna

you make such delicate marks 

like script upon the skin of water 

music notes within a waterfall; a sound 

borne within the horn of a curling wave 

a quiet, insistent rush... 

a gentle touch upon the world 

and you ask so simply, for the freedom 

to give what you will, across the gap of time 

to reach across distance and to flow 

like cloud upon wind, join like breath inhaled 

as spirit and body ...the love and the loved 

in the filmy web of life, to find a place of meaning 

you write upon the waters 

and it remembers. 

this poem is written for me by an AP favorite Peteskid 

I am so very thankful; and surprised 

http://allpoetry.com/poem/6573624

Bale Matwa

I couldn't remember the last time I went to the ancestral house and then I did this Sunday. Although, I never felt so nostalgic until now cause I have this knowing that I might not be able to go there someday...good thing, I have my camphone with me and I took some photos for mementos...

[pic 1&2] if I may call these...gargantuan gumamelas

[pic three] I used to play piko [hopscotch] at the backyard plus so many other things I need to do starting 5 am, sweep the whole area mornings and afternoon, I think I can't tell how many square meters this is or is it half an hectare, and my great grandfather would not want to see a single fallen leaf, quebarbaridad!!! And yes the pigpens, yay, I have to feed the hogs darak after school, and sometimes I get to play patintero with them when they have their mischievous pigpen escape…hay and yes I used to sell panggatong 1 peso per bundle…

[pic four] I just like to take a shot of these clouds

[pic one ] A for atis...hehe...pumitas ka lang...no sweat

[pic two] I used to climb up to this mango tree, I remember I got a high grade on a story project inspired by this mango tree. The ground is covered with the remembrance of Mt.Pinatubo sand and ashfall.

[pic 3 & 4] zadee call these red and green chilis “rara” so Lady Gaga is very influential huhJ

B is for banana :D...so many of these at the back of the old house, and it becomes creepy and eerie for me during the night and then, I would think about the' puso ng saging 12 midnight myth...'ahh still creepy 

wala pa naman akong nakikitang kapre :)

pitas

"Little girls, like butterflies, need no excuse." ~ Robert A. Heinlein

summer in her hands

so we fell in love with this cheery yellow bloom and I have to take a photo of her with it. :)